Of course, now insecurity and paranoia have begun to creep in to undermine my joy and relief in finishing. The whispers are flying through my head: What if it sucks? What if everyone hates it? What if I missed something big? And a million other neurotic questions. I just hope they don't keep me from sleeping tonight--I go back to the day job tomorrow, which means a 4am alarm. Blech!
It's hugely surprising in a way, how on October 13th, I maybe had a couple of pages written of TACV and today, it's done. When I start a book, it always feels like there's no way I'm ever going to have a full story and reach the page count, and yet, somehow, months later, there's a book. ;-) It's kind of a miracle.
Just wanted to share my joy!